Category: Poetry

The sun sings today in hues
Streaks all light like sweet aubade
Molting a beryllium of color
Makes your face appear like
Light in time singing to me
Your song a prescient lilt to
The silence and sounds they emote
Amphichromatic beyond the heal –
All memory of our love a calculus
Now resides in living paralipsis
Without causation becomes amalgam
Of you and I shown bright long
Before the day we vanished on
The shore of our own arrival
Makes me wonder if you’re
Even looking for me.

© K. James Ribble

It is becoming late Autumn when
The air, crisp with the notes of Winter,
Senses a world emerging in benign blue
Like the dying hydrangea outside my window
The éclosion of their color with a softer sky
Bemoans the snowbound revelry of my silent heart.

© K. James Ribble

You are the only one who knew
The man as I was knew me in my
Prime real estate self virile as the
Aurora of the sun the one who sired
Your children by way of a lost love
We could never find you are the only
One who will ever know that man who
In his time shown bright as those
Tuned-in-to-you eyes shown like
Shooting stars across a deep blue-black
Sky falling to earth as we made love
Like LA snowfall in July when that
Time became a trilogy of innocence
Across the triptych of a Journey to
An outland of known/unknown origin
Where our hearts became fodder for a
Cruel star eating all the light we could
Ever emit like time and light and a soulful
Song spent decaying within those beds we
Shared so long ago how could we possibly
Know that man -that man- has come to this?

© K. James Ribble

Dream like the knell’s overhang
To a Proclamation of an auto-da-fé
The scene unfolds like a chanteuse
Sings of evocation in dreams-of-a-dream:
My best friend and I are back in Brooklyn

We are sitting on the Front
Porch of Detroit as my friend
Drives up in his jeep but
The car is soaked in Krispy Kreme
Powdered sugar while we dance the Dance

We practiced all day long
A dance to the tune of a song
I remember but I can’t remember
So I fall back asleep and see myself
As a child maybe two or three and

And I am crying, crying looking for
Consolation as my point of view changes-
Now I look into the face of my young self
Become lucid in the dream – my dream-self
Calms my child-self as I become aware

Dream of quietening my young self
Take both of my lucid dream-hands
Cup the face of this blonde child-self
And look directly into our
Cloudless-Sky eyes:

And my lucid self Knows;
The child is being watched –
Now Aware and awake.

© K. James Ribble

As I am my own mimesis
Actor abstruse and unscripted
Yet keep hitting the snooze button on
This unplanned life ‘till I finally get up –
As if the wind gambled – so I get to my feet.

Like sad wisps of air floating in my dreams
I traipse along cold floors of chance
Keep throwing the dice just to say
I know I’m coming back to good-luck thinking
The fortune of us can weather the changes.

I build what I can set plans to a theme
Try to dance to sooth my heart and avoid
Acrimony those ideas to vapid vacillation as Escape-
A common melody of time’s relentless stare.
I try moving in agile company to lose its sarcasm

As if my sense of humor went awry like gin
Composting all these thoughts in fields left fallow
For the oncoming Winter proclaiming to the land:
This is my future my own performance, cross left
Downstage, towards an unlit proscenium of sorrow.

© K. James Ribble

For whom I’ve come to know
Your pathos has never been warmer
Knowledge brings a temperate formation
Bearing equal measure amidst the stars

Such a cool ride we ride only to hide
Behind the sun of natural cause tempests
Shed light beyond ourselves rendering doubt
No more – just as dawn begins to set.

© K. James Ribble

There is this time
A re-play of memory –
A memory that comes from
Another place – memory
Washing over me like rain
From a time that is not
Of me – but Before me
So many lifetimes ago.
These re-collections
Found in sepia just
Before they leave me,
Manifest in quiet jamboree
Of pine fire and lilac
Opens to overlay upon
This View inside me,
As if the memory still resides
With the person from whence
It came – I am just a vessel
For this Moment passing
Through me like wind gently
Embraces a leaf, together,
Falling to the stream below
Floats gently bound for oceans
From so long ago.
© K. James Ribble